Stuffed Taiyaki

In the bathroom, Haruto stood under the cold spray of water, his head tilted back as droplets ran down his face and chest. 

Despite the icy chill, his arousal showed no signs of subsiding.

The image of Haruka's flushed face lingered in his mind, making his cock twitch painfully. 

Her wide, innocent eyes and soft, trembling lips haunted him, and the thought of how her body had writhed beneath him drove him to the edge once more.

'I need to be patient,' he told himself, clenching his jaw as he exhaled sharply.

But patience was proving to be an impossible feat. 

Haruto had never felt this way about anyone—not even his women.

Maybe it was because he hadn't yet fuck her, or perhaps it was just her. 

Whatever the reason, the intensity of his desire for Haruka was unlike anything he had experienced before.

His hand moved to his aching length, gripping it firmly as he leaned against the cold tiled wall.